My name is fatmarc vanderbacon. I wrapped up my semester with a final exam last week. I did well. Ten classes done, 2 to go. Another A in the bank. I'll admit, when I first got an A in my first couple of classes, it was elation. These last two classes were really hard, I'll admit it was as much relief as joy when I saw the grade.
So it's been tough pulling the plug on cross season early this year, so with school in the bank, I approached the appropriation committee about racing this weekend. Diane's response was very similar to Marcellus Wallus here:
She made the point that I haven't done an interval or ridden my cross bike since Fairhill, and that while the idea of racing sounds great, the actual execution would be- well horrible. That and we do have a bunch of holiday stuff going on. I didn't put up too much of a fight, and didn't really have a good counter offer because- well she was right... Next year... Next year...
Saturday, I got out early, trying to avoid the storms. I wasn't sure who all would show up, but we ended up having a really nice group. Someone snow blew the trails over at white clay and middle run. I won't comment on that. BUT I will say that few days later the trails had lots of slick icy sections, and were well ridden in. They were really fun. Big group, solid pace and good day to get comfy with the new bike and sliding around. But I'll admit, without Buddy the leg breaker, it wasn't the same.
Saturday afternoon was a shit storm of rain/snow, so it created a nice opportunity to ride down with Wiser and the crew. Swimming with with sharks. We put in a solid ride, and fought a lot of head wind, I was pretty spent. My legs are hurting as I type this...
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| Water crossings on a road ride... |
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| spent most of the day sitting in the back hiding |
Busy week at the Clog Factory this week, so I'm guessing I'm not gonna get a run at Tillman next week. It's a long winter!
thanks for reading.
best to you.
respect
vanderbacon
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